Chapter 19
Instead, I swung hard and fast, using gravity to pull my sword down toward Carl’s collarbone. Our blades rang together as he blocked me...barely.
He staggered, and now I was thrusting at his unprotected belly. My sword slit through the fabric of his perfectly fitted sweater. From the excited yips behind me, I had to guess I’d drawn a trickle of blood.
If my sword dug in a little deeper, Carl would have been incapacitated, perhaps fatally. But that wasn’t my intention. The cocksure kid was betrothed to Carly for a reason. Our pack needed allies. I’d best keep Carl alive so he could fill that position until we came up with more like-minded friends.
So I twisted my blade sideways, cutting a ragged line through Carl’s clothing rather than his intestines. The sweater frayed furth
